Melba Quotes in Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm (1938)

Harry Kipper: [listening to the radio] That was Rebecca!

Melba: You're daffy.

Harry Kipper: I know that kid when I hear her. I've heard her a thousand times.

Melba: What would Rebecca be doing on a big radio hookup like that?

Harry Kipper: I told you when you married me you'd be in the dough, didn't I? Come on, get dressed.

Harry Kipper: Long time no see, folks. Meet the new missus, and this is my attorney, Jake Singer.

Melba: Pleased to meet you.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: I thought you weren't coming back here, Harry Kipper.

Harry Kipper: It's like this, Miranda. I've been doing all right, just getting married and all, and I'm ready to take Rebecca back now.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: You'll do no such thing! You gave the child up once, and you can't take her back now!

Harry Kipper: Now, Miranda, there's no reason why we can't be friendly about this.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: I'd sooner be friendly with a rattlesnake.

Gwen Warren: It's obvious that you heard Rebecca on the radio and all you're after is her money.

Melba: It's Harry's kid, ain't it? We got more right to her dough than you have.

Rebecca Winstead: Oh, Aunt Miranda, don't let them take me away.

Gwen Warren: Oh, Mr. Kipper, you can't take Rebecca away. She's been happier here on the farm than she's ever been in her whole life.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Now you get out of my house!

Melba: Not without the kid, we don't.

Harry Kipper: Miranda, I don't want to get tough about this, but you're asking for it.

Aunt Miranda Wilkins: Just try and take her.

Jake Singer: Now, my dear madam, all this yelling isn't going to get us any place. Don't forget that Mr. Kipper is the child's stepfather and legal guardian. The courts of New York have decreed that he shall have custody of the child.

[Shooter's wife Melba is altering a jigsaw puzzle piece with a nail file]

Shooter: Melba, why do you do that?

Melba: So it'll fit, stupid.

Shooter: No, I'm not talking about that. What I'm asking is... do you, uh, have to cheat at everything?

Melba: At everything?

Shooter: Yes. At... solitaire. I've yet to see you play one game of solitaire without cheating.

Melba: So what?

Shooter: Look, you're just cheating yourself, don't you understand? You'll be the loser, no one else but yourself!... You've ruined the puzzle, now, that doesn't go in there.

[She forces the altered piece into place]

Melba: Does now.

Melba: [Cincinatti Kid slaps her butt] Ouch. You Bastard!

Cincinnati Kid: Cheers baby.

Melba: I hope you lose.